Long Pests Poems
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1/2/24
All glory to the higher power
Since day one when life flowered
Could see it all without a giant tower
All liars and cowards
Had opportunity to right those wrongs until their final hours
Meanwhile the divine showered
The planet with gifts in nine hours
All praise to the one above
Filled this world with much love
Even though there was some blood
Being spilled daily, because of drugs
Or a dumb grudge
What was fun
Ended up becoming a conundrum
Just not the same cloth all are cut from
All credit to the holy spirit
The seas rough but it helps me steer the ship
Toward safety even when near the cliffs
Most aren't trying to hear it
Unfortunate that they fear quick
It doesn't get more clear than this
Dear sis
Everywhere watch out for appearances
Not all is as it seems, been that way here since
The beginning of it all humans did jeer and trick
On each other including the world after a severe shift
Left in the dark thrown into a wierd pit
Full of deer ticks
Then stabbed in the back by spear tips
This was how they chose to use their mere gifts
All tribute goes to the divine
For the world they provide
Without taking sides
They tell the truth no lies
Instead of leaving others in the dark they steer them right
By bringing them into the light
Where they must find what they seek in the sunshine
Follow this path and you'll do just fine
It often traces back to a bloodline
Yet sometimes
They're just not sound and of mind
Jesus left us blessed
All lifeforms with or without flesh
He did his best yet still they jest
There will always be pests
On either side of the mountain crests
During the trek
Keep your feelings in check
Others want you to risk your neck
Then they're the first to hit the deck
Make changes unless you want to live in debt
The road of a million deaths
Just like fish in nets
All of this, It's in text
Yet there's still more in the hidden depths
Ever since we've been given breath
All has a toll
If you take a stroll
Across hot coals
In the North Pole
You'll see a gold bowl
Atop a knoll
Inside it sits a scroll
With the answers to saving souls
It's no bull
Just beyond almost all's control
Silence is my best friend...or only friend that is...
Which makes noise my enemy...Bitter, bitter enemy...
Peace is what the echoes of silence bring
Chaos is the way I process noise pollution
And pollution it is...
Nothing good comes from continuous chatter
The constant hum like all of the insects
Is that what we've become to each other?
Annoying little pests, tiny little insects...
Please lock me in a closet with my company
Where I don't have to speak...or listen
Where I don't have to make wrong decisions
It's comforting this silence and me
Never having to worry about what its thinking
Because I am that thought...
Quiet boy in the corner lost...
Forget me, remember me not
Without silence I'm lost...
And with it too...
bmdavey@07/19/2022
Sierra had a tiger in the kitchen
A raccoon lived in her sink
Her arms were always itching
Mite-infested, a heavy bumpy pink
She was allergic to her pets and pests
But they still slept in their cozy nests
Brutus, an orangutan was a character
He ate her marmalade with intentions pure
Sydney her rat snake often slept on her head
I always tiptoed softly when I got to her bed
She had chimps, horses and giraffes in her house
Spiders, vampire bats, a beetle and one mouse
Sierra had formerly had many rats in the past
But not anymore because they multiply so fast
Does she have bunnies? A friend asked me.
Last I heard, she was up to one hundred and three.
The death of winter carries varied sights.
In April, when dandelions roar, “It’s Spring!”
green yards transform by magic overnight.
Gramps had sprayed his lawn, but in ours weeds bring
an old game for kids as they dance and swing.
Small windmills in disguise, children spread seeds
giving Grandpa a cause for some dismay.
He is no grouch, fence conversation leads
to friendly talk of butterflies at play -
riddles about what nature does in May.
The kids amazed, watch squirrels building nests,
questions evolve about the birds and bees.
Gramps calls them varmints - Mother's Nature’s pests.
“Ask your folks”, he replies with cough and wheeze.
In naptime dreams, he aims a gun at trees.
Gramps takes a walk, golf umbrella hovers
for spring rains do not announce their coming.
A neighbor lady hobbles to cover.
Listen, his cane on her sidewalk - drumming,
sweet songs of spring love, two voices humming.
written May 7, 2014, edited on May 25, 2014
they made shreres with holes through the center
and painted symbols of wheat on them
and made large doll like figures
with wig like hair
that were used to scare
the animals and humans away
from the crops in the gardens and feilds
some natives often used humans who
camped around the garden and feilds
with bow and arrow in hand
to scare away pests of all kinds.
Cinderella's great, great, great grandmother
was a whore
from the Pestwassa Pan Tribe
she got pregnant by the
Mussan Dubiff the Mean man
from Brazil, he owned acres and acres
of crops and sold beads to tribesmen.
He saw the beautiful
sheres and filled it with beads
and gave it the woman and well she was pregnant
and they sent her off to were cinderella did
all that hocus-pocus stuff. In 1899 she came to america
on a frigget
and took a train to somewhere on the east coast.
we found several bead filled spheres
there in the Agri-shed
we desided to see if they were spooked.
May 27 Scripture Meditations Based on Psalms 107-109
Key Verse – Psalm 107:9 For he satisfieth the longing soul, and filleth the hungry soul with goodness.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR SATISFYING ME
Thank You for satisfying me and my soul’s longing
Ever filling me with Your goodness of no delaying…
So generous is Your providing
For my constant joyful praising.
Thank You for satisfying me and my heart’s desires
Ever keeping me within Your revival fires…
So blissful is Your comfort of divine song lyres
For my rejuvenated strength-tires.
Thank You for satisfying me and my Christianity’s spirituality
Ever guarding me by Your authority…
So upholding is Your leadership’s sovereignty
For my surrendered submission of utmost humility.
Thank You for satisfying me and my prayer’s requests
Ever answering me along Your very bests…
So wonderful is Your plan for me midst trials and tests
For my dependent trust in Your Word against doubt-pests.
Thank You for satisfying me and my welfare’s needs
Ever giving me with Your bounty that completely feeds…
So gracious is Your sufficiency along Your mercy deeds
For my faithful service as I sow Your Gospel seeds.
Thank You for satisfying me and my faith’s effectiveness
Ever molding me for ministry-usefulness…
So marvellous is Your training-teaching steadfastness
For my powerful worship, exalting Your name of gloriousness.
May 27, 2022
Hear my special child’s alphabet features
Eagerly, he mumbles with sheer delight
a-ape; b-bear; c-cat… dear God’s creatures!
D-dove; e-eagle; f-falcon… birds of great flight
g-goat; h-horse; i-impala…all in Noah’s ark
j-jaguar; k-koala; l-lion… oh, what a sight!
m-monkey; n-newt; o-opossum; hey, they don’t bark
p-parrot, q-quail, r-robin; busy in their nests
s-snake; t-turtle; u-unicorn…hiding in the park!
v-viper; w-wallaby: do they hate pests?
x-x-ray fish; y-yellow fin tuna: swimming gaily
z-zebra and zebrafish together in animal fests…
Alphabet "perceiver" he’s become expertly
Reading, sounding, blending letters blissfully!
April 12, 2019
Edited on May 22, 2020
Honorable Mention, "BRIAN'S CHOICE Q,any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/23/2020.
Honorable Mention, "YOUR CHOICE h" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/17/2025.
One type of bird that frequents our home in the mountains
one of the many we look forward to
are the birds that make their home in boxes we’ve provided
they’re tiny birds but distinctive…because their backs are painted blue.
Since bluebirds cannot dig holes in which to build their homes
to keep them free from predators and pests
they rely on woodpecker holes…or home-made bluebird boxes
in which to build their nests.
It is a wonderful relationship…we provide them free housing…
where they can raise a brood…or two
and every now and then they allow us to see
the beauty of their blue.
Not only are these little birds a beautiful sight to see
they help control the insect population…
and entertain us with their soft and gentle melody.
In some small way we feel a part of nature…
providing a home for bluebirds to give birth…
a safe place to stay for a while
while they add their beauty to the Earth.
When nesting season is over…we clean their home
trying to be the best hosts we can be…
so it will be ready when they return next summer…
and create their family…rent free.
Exemplifying mother-instincts' best
Championing our orphanage caring-zest
Dear Meowna offers blest nurturing nest
Rearing up sweet kittens to the fullest.
While raising batches of cats midst her role
Our Meowna fulfills great life-building goal
Feeding well feline species to be whole
Guarding them against pests from drainage hole.
With her security-force that prevails
Protecting her children, she never fails
Not allowing sickness to touch their tails
Enclosing them from wounds of rusting nails.
For our Animal Welfare cause-fulfillment
God* favors along approval's settlement
Meowna props our fur-driven commitment
Inspiring us against crises' detriment.
*Genesis 1:25 And God made the beast of the earth after his kind, and cattle after their kind, and every thing that creepeth upon the earth after his kind: and God saw that it was good.
May 26, 2026
1st place, "Ode To Cat 2" Ode Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by JC Brul; judged on 8/15/2026
A man planted a tree front yard of his house
wishing to grow and attract the birds to come
and sit on the treetop and twitter sweet songs all day long
in a warm sunny spring day; throwing a shade to quench the heat,
hence, the weary wayfarers take a rest under the shade to refresh
the languid body and the soul in a burning hot summer day; making
the worn-out travelers to realize the word appreciation and abundance through
a lot of sweet fruits the tree bears to feed in a beautiful autumn day; to shut out the bitter cold wintry wind comes with blizzard from north to tap the windows violently with the trunk and limbs of the tree in the dark dread bone chilling night.
He took care of the tree with his utmost sincerity,
he nourished the tree with manure, he covered its roots
with rich soil in spring; he sprinkled and poured refreshing
spring water to prevent it from burning down by the scorching sun
that throws incandescent rays in summer; he looked after the tree day
and night to assure no harm was done from the pests, he exterminated
noxious insects clinging on the trunk to eat it away in autumn;
he waved warm straw quilt and covered the trunk with it to check
the blow of chilling wind coming from north at winter.
The tree grew rapidly, it grew as much as the man’s effort and dedication,
at last, after crossing many moons and suns over, and passing through
the wild winds the treetop reached to the sky.
He was happy after all;
he tenderly whispered to the tree,
patted the tree and hugged the tree.
Nonetheless, what went wrong? Although the tree grew high and tall
no merry birds came and sang, there was no cool shade as to cover
the boiling sun, there were no branches loaded with the sweet fruits,
rather, the wind which grabbed the withered branches and tossed them
to the ground was colder than arctic air, the blizzard from the far north edge.
The man,
chopped the tree down.